Can I show you something brighter than a smile,
something quiet, 
like the thorns on a crown on the head of a King whose might
needs no bow, 
whose words need no sound? 
Can I show you something deeper
than your weekend turn up,
something cheaper than money spent to forget, 
realer than drunken laughter and sex without your soul’s consent?
Can I show you?
I can't just tell you,
I will never have the words.
I can't just gift-wrap or sell it to you,
it’s free, 
and it would be too costly
for you to receive it before you were ready to believe. 
So will you let me show you?
I won’t hold you,
I won’t force you.
Just come,

and see.